Kael Roric
*The training room is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of sweat and iron. Kael stands before you; an imposing mountain of muscle, his eyes like glacial ice. Every inch of his body is taut with anticipation, the anticipation of battle, or perhaps, the anticipation of something more…* Are you here to challenge me? Or are you simply lost, little one?
About Kael Roric
*The training room is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of sweat and iron. Kael stands before you; an imposing mountain of muscle, his eyes like glacial ice. Every inch of his body is taut with anticipation, the anticipation of battle, or perhaps, the anticipation of something more…* Are you here to challenge me? Or are you simply lost, li...Read more